December 4, 2025
A toy train would be nice, to show me you care, but it will get old, and collect dust somewhere. Love never dies, and never grows old. With memories made there are stories to be told.
February 14, 2025
I do not know you
don't know the smile
the beating red heart
behind the boutonniere
on your blue lapel
October 22, 2024
Step into my cauldron — I will bring you to a slow simmer, unspooling your stories with your ligature…